He thought about the things that she had told him that morning in his room, while she went to work blowing him savagely.
It hadn't really bothered him too much about her f*****g around with a lot of other men before him. After all, he had screwed many a chick in his young life, and he felt that it was long overdo for all men to think of women as equal.
If it had been okay for him to screw around, without any sort of guilty conscious about what he had done, that certainly Brenda, and all other women for that matter, should be able to do the same, and feel the same way about it.
As for the house that Brenda was opening, that was another story. It wasn't so much that he didn't want her to do it, as it was he didn't know how it was all going to work out while they were married.
He thought
